Seeing the Sorrowful Brothers finally sit quietly below, Wu Chu secretly sighed in relief and smugly thought to himself, Master, I didn't do anything just now!
Naturally, there was no response. The Patriarch's mind seemed to have long since ceased paying attention to him, making him feel as though he had been winking at a blind man.
In truth, Wu Chu could not be blamed for insisting on finding ways to "spar" with the Patriarch. After all, this was the one thing he had wanted most to change throughout all these years.
First, Red Cloud was a genuinely sincere and kind-hearted good man, and Wu Chu felt that good people should not meet such an end. Second, Red Cloud was both his teacher and friend, someone with whom he shared a profound bond. Third, he wanted to see whether this matter could truly be changed.
He was somewhat worried. He worried that his Patriarch Master was trying to forcibly steer the course of Primordial World mythology back onto its original track.
If that was truly the case, then would Red Cloud's future fall still be impossible to prevent?
Therefore, even if the Patriarch became angry because of it, he still had to give it a try.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Just as Wu Chu was feeling both smug and uneasy, wondering whether his master was truly angry, the Patriarch's voice sounded in his Consciousness Sea once more.
"..."
Wu Chu could not help but pause, then replied inwardly, "This disciple would not dare! But this disciple does not wish to hide it from Master either. This disciple truly has some doubts. If everything is truly fated by Heaven, then what is the use of all this disciple's efforts? Wouldn't it be enough to simply lie flat and submit to fate?